Freewrite cypher PT.4

so many snakes in the grass. i bought a lawn mower
serpents searching for cash,
splash acid on they gullible ass I'm shooting for an encore
grab my surgical mask pliers and gas burning liars to ash
hold up I set the fire to fast these bullets flying like condors
the science behind my alliance with giants is genius
I turn owners to clients pussy cats into lions.
put the coke in her sinus. now she hooked turned that plus to a minus
now she broke, I broke her jaw now she strip, name pocahontas
now that minus a plus. she call me daddy minus the puff
I feel like your highness reality at its finest you niggas comics. charlie brown and linus.
I hang with tyrants no compliance is what we own defiant cut my wrists with diamonds sierra leone
the clarity strong, I could take the stars an re-line it
take sub par bars and re design it but that's to be decided
only god can judge me,

Living grungy, like there's no God above me
Put down the dirty .38 cuz the barrel's too rusty
Trust me, I'm living life like there's no tomorrow
Forgot all my regrets that on the inside had me feelin' hollow
I look at the liquor bottle, but resist the poison
I rather be, in Tahiti with a bad mami, slurping oysters
My raps too boisterous, applying much pressure
Ya'll niggaz smell like fear, but me? Tuscan Leather

Trust, gorilla nuts get severed... chilling in capital heights, with rappers are like...
Daft... they're lacking the right action to fight...
So they fall back on the sight... can't prevail
and become a mad child... swinging their fists -- paper and pad style...
Ugh... c'mon Big shit... Rap Phenomenon...
beyond the line up for a common don... trying to kill the vibe...
Your inner child? is still inside... form well warded...
The Jordan Belfort of this hell sport... it was well worth it...
Ha... but I'm not snitching, a ferocious capacity
for selling ice to Eskimos to let em know it's Stratton Oakland...
I got that devotion... dig deep...
into the precipices of which peak of sickness, sitting six feet...
So let your lips speak... no voice is heard...
Better off avoiding words... from out of the darkness
see your boy emerge... knocking on doors like come join the Purge...
hear the joyous surge of energy aesthetically exploiting verbs...
Ha... can't talk to an ape...
knock on the gate of your estate, just when you thought you were safe...
And pull the locks off... yea, ready with the clippers...
Freddy with the scissors, two machetes to the nippers
Yeah... no shirts inside out either when I go to play...
It'll be out in the open so you know what the logo say...
"YOLO" on the home display screened NBA team
telling Donald Sterling that his problems won't go away...
"Oh, ok"... yeah... take that, take that...
P. Diddy remix shit, word to Craig mack...
Got that scrambled approach, I lay the egg flat...
and smash, watch the brains splatter glass like a plain crash...

Listen.. Staring at cloudy sky's hoping he listen/ hope god see promise, prophesize what I vision/ or stir me to the right before a decision/ is a little good, a little to much to mention/ they say life moves on, I'm stuck on backwards - these boulders on my shoulders is strong enough to flat curbs/ probation is checked, so you can "x" herbs, suicidal tendencies coming back with my bad nerves/ guess I'm in the dark again, tired of running and stumbling, struggling stomach bubbling/ the demons is back "oh yeah, it's us again", can feel the pain in my brain constantly rushing in... Fetal position? Nah I'm laid out/ on this cold dirt thinking about a pay route, thinking I'll blow my brains out/ grab a noose, shit maybe I'll hang this thing out...

Skinny man but dick fat, uhh
Got my hand on your bitch ass
Told her I don't have time for chit-chat
But if she like it nasty I'ma hit that
Take her back to the crib and
Smash from the back till it clap from the impact
And if she ask where the chips at
Then the strag gotta hitch back
I heard what you clowns to say
But Xuro be mobbin' all day
And I ain't worried about a few lames
Bitch I could turn your whole block to a grave
Burning that loud keeps sane
So if I ain't got herb then stay outta my way
I might burst a few rounds from this k
Then skrrt outta town for the day

Word... clowning my prey...
Real talk, now I'm OK...
Found em' in play flounder, go down in the lake... CHUH!
Sean Penn moment... wit' a meme face.
Getaway, smooth criminal shit...
Got the pinnacle clipped... on top of it, with minimal wit...
Didn't try hard... but you can Die Hard...
Hans Gruber... damn yankees. High, your man thanks me.
Goodbye... the long kiss goodnight... like Geena Davis...
From the nina's faces... don't play a part in that...
I kill people with bars like I disregarded the margined tap...
An artifact... standing tall... 6th dynasty...
Art of war like Sun Tsu... without the Chinese, key
off... T-off everything that I read off...
J.J Abrams cats in this motherfucker, they seem Lost...
Not me though. One knee down to the ground... like Tebow.
Then bully em', like Debo.
You're grabbing the gun, like Craig... hah, you lightweight.
Homo ass motherfuckers can't fly straight...
My mind made up... straight up... from the genetic make up...
Pans Labyrinth raps, you gonna face what?
Might as well be seeing through my hands though...
Third eye vision... just light the candle, before I go off the handle...
Ammunition like Rambo, getting off the damn boat...
Throwing your man over the top... I bet he can't float...
Sink... to the bottom... Drake started there...
Me, I work with the top... in Under Armour gear...
You see the top and get blue... like Marge's hair...
I cut with precision, like Jam Master Jay in the barbers chair...
Ha... fake nigga's, all prosthetics...
You lost credit, because all of you faggots frauds, get it?
This is my board rap. Metaphors
form a stormfront.... like the racist community...
Board... stormfront? AH MAN! (50 Cent voice)
A raw jam... that got you jelly, son, this is all planned...

Spit nastier than raw spam, soy sauce in the oil pan
I spoil plans...shoot fire at feet to make you batty boys dance
Hem you, only to rip you in two like a pair of soiled pants
Then step back to grill you with the b-boy stance
It's Lazerscope, and other writers? Ain't as dope
So pimp I could train nuns to game the Pope
Niggaz got the plainest quotes, but mine's are top shelf
Got workers I pay who don't say shit, like Barack's help
Your mission is not wealth, so I guess we can't build
And haters who don't pay get found in a landfill
They say, "Damn, that man's ill!", as I walk off in the sunset
With nothing but a flask, pocket full of coin and my musket

when niggas talk cash I don't trust it
last time I followed the leader, I got busted
with pies covered in custard handcuffed screamin' FUCK IT!!!
back in my teens when dealing drugs was a dream
served my first fiend I was hooked like a guppy
I'm a big dog now and I groom these puppies
always been solid lay it down if you got it
fuck wit beautiful bitches yo misses look like the hobbit

I move threw traffic like magic,
broke my rear view since ain't nobody in front of me I ain't looking back
only time I attack is when I'm threatened
my clip is my dick this erection keep me protected
angels with weapons guard my investments from peasants
while they sleep in that lake I'm up late on a date eating potatoes and steak
life ain't great but its good so I'm blessed none the less.
in my hood dummies die over sex, her box wasn't wet why would you box over that?
plus she stretch just because she fresh she still a ho I'm not impressed
for me to flex over a bitch, she gotta be a dime in her prime, either that or be rich
no time for drama there's plenty time to capture the fish, I'm chasing money

So face it, dummy... this place? you can't take it from me...
Got pages runny... with phases of rap, taking it back...
So don't get placed in a gap... if you don't got a train of thought
than you're wasting the track... the one that put the Matrix intact...
yeah... feel like the Architect when I start to wreck...
Got two of every logical conclusion; the Noah's arc effect...
You're counting cards, trying build up a system...
Skills, bars after bars, like my Guild's in a prison...
ya know... familiar flow... close relative...
known sentences... density known as my home residence, holmes...
Ah... spit on a beat melt the enzymes in it...
infinite wordplay, I don't attend time limits...
So fuck restrictions of freedom tricking my keys, son...
I get to ripping like the Ultimate Warrior putting his mask on...
And clash on any rap song...
murdering fleets, who observed the old adage of turning their cheeks...
Nah... not me... I drop frees.. keep the medley going...
Stick their neck out for nothing, I put their head below em'...
On set, they got their extras showing...
That's the director moment... key shots and making elective poses...
Check the motives... I moon walk through
the homicide room chalk.. in high blue clues tube socks...
Plus a skully on... yeah... face covered, gone...
I fought the struggle on... this is another rugged song...
Don't bug me. The flows ugly.
In and out of the zones, sonny. And I keep coming back...

Blocking out the world, focused on self-improvement
Thinking, "Fuck y'all, I don't need your help to do this"
That angel on my shoulder? Bitch is just a nuisance
I could give a fuck if my perception's foolish
But I ain't tryna stress my new chick, I told her
"I just wanna get my mind right before I welcome you in"
Feeling next to useless, I was ready to quit
Wouldn't accept the bullshit, I kept it moving
On my way back to them all-day blunt sessions
Until I found strength in music to smooth out some of these rough edges
Now I speak with the same conviction grandfather used to bless his food with

Dunno what I wanna do with this yet so I'm posting it in case I abandon it like 90% of what I write.

Let my word's paint the mural, picture me plural
in a different dimension I'm the führer,
so many tell-tale signs in my rhymes I'm splitting space and time
my basic bitch wine fine, when its grind time she think I'm einstein
turn a penny into a dime, a dime into a twenty I'm making plenty
wishful thinking ain't for me, I'll leave that to you old folks
when my back against the ropes. I flip opponents
he take me for a joke I lynch em, he ain't scoring in the post I bench em
my stars shoot goof balls for par I'm like "fuck it I want a hole in one"
my sub said "I'm a golfer/go for two" bitch don't make me make him, put a hole in you
I ain't scared I'm a soldier too, I'm from the land where pussies respect a man
hard headed since a kid getting drunk smokin' mid, by the time I turned 18 I was doin' a bid
the essence of stressin' - working my way threw this oppression to reach the present
these are my confessions.

Freestyle connection, get a dog for protection
I roam around with the weapon like its part of my profession
As if, 25/7 it's a j.o I gotta stay on
Waving my arm, telling the bank tellers to stay calm
At the lake behind my mansion is where I go to feed my gray swans
Then smoke weed all night 'til memories of yesterday's gone
My mind's way gone, somewhere past space and time
So no need to analyze a fuckin' hater's fake design
My name's defined, with meaning, deep, since the ancient times
Ya'll niggaz break ya brains for raps, I just play with rhymes

Word... I just take what's theirs and say it's mines...
game refined, on top of the throne with champagne and wine...
I say it's a sign, but Mel Gibson would think otherwise
Cause it's a game show to you all, until that buzzer dies...
Yeah, laying dormant in nature with the torturous paper
Synonymous with the pain of a mother being forced into labor...
The black swan... kill off cats and make Korean Food...
on some Martyrs shit, cause you're the one I'll force feed it to...
Stop by the book of life, I'm just reading through
Inherited like Waldon, y'all Alan cats been leeching room...
Trying to find space... refined inside shapes that don't fit you...
So just move... the fuck you getting acts, like Kush Groove?
Yeah, I trust you... to fuck it up... knuckles rough
up competition, no opposition sitting in my office vision..
Office suite, like Microsoft Word, thoughts elite...
Ballroom dancing punchlines, they lift you off your feet... ugh...
Yeah, stopped giving a fuck about this shit that I write...
Listen, alright? All I do when this is in front of me is scribble and write...
Kids will recite whatever is on the page, engage
the wordsmith, with hearses rehearsed for 16 line verses...
So whomever is inline, like rolling skates, better know their place...
They better know their place like they were selling their home estates...
On some real shit, I go and break the mantra down further...
Where you clowns heard of? That's right, this is now murder...
Homicide tape... chocolate reign on you hoes...
Tay Zonday of the game, I suppose...
I finger a ten... while you put your finger into
a Charlie and say "Oh, Charlie, you went and bit my finger, again!"
Ha... weak niggas just keep triggers...
and realize, you idealize people who regulate a facade...
You play with the Gods, seeing things in your way, a mirage...
Even plain, while outweighing the odds... I can make pain a collage...

Don't play with the squad, we aim at ya heart
Ya'll the lamest of broads, we flamin' u 'tards
With the sickest art, ya little bars get ripped apart
Plus hit with darts ~ Ill...never miss our mark
Better duck whenever that thang is sparking
Or hope that your clothing's flame retardant
Got game to outsmart men, who control world politics
Skilled from the streets, no political scholarships
Once my ganja's lit I could spit 'bout all kinds a shit
Roll deeper than Genghis Khan's click

Nah... again, I'm not thinking
it's 4 in the morning, and I'm feeling tired, asleep...
The tiger who leaps from inside of the beat... I
Murder the vision before the words can cause a curving incision
into the vital nerve, the decision to keep em' alive was the Doctor...
Deep inside of my roster I fry any kind of imposter
who tries to reach for defying speech without learning from the rhyme elites...
I got a permit to rap, I murder a cat who doesn't though...
Train of thought like a chain saw buzzing slow, shove it, hoe...
Because I know how to dangle the chains, my angle's insane...
I flow down the prairie of any triangular plain
just to land... then take off like I was running and shit...
Frank Castle who burns with the Punisher clips... mean mugging your click...
Any thug in this bitch? Huh, on your Apple computer?
Didn't think using a laptop was cooler you decided against the time cause you're senseless?
My mind has five different kinds of defenses
And every kind is like the mind bending your kind of offense, it's...
Kind of demented... it's like, my rhymes are pretentious
The design is up there high trip wire, I meant its...
Very fabric can carry static like an electrical charge...
Disrespecting my bars is not the best course of action, the directive is ares
I'm faster than a Crime Detective, the Sarge...
the record got more expletives than Casino did... yeah, that El nino shit...
Watch the eagle flip... without a gymnastic trick...
A big bastard with the double action just smashing shit...
How else are they gonna get a bang for the buck?
Pump straight diesel through the veins; brains can mangle a truck...
Who the captain of the helm, hanh? No body.
Murder ink, but I don't know Gotti... flow explode the whole lobby...

the demons surround me but I stay grounded,
people think I'm antisocial they dumb founded
my thoughts superior you inferior,
I'm in the cut like freddy livin' life like belly
the movie, but nigga don't accuse me ya jokes don't amuse me
my memory ain't fuzzy don't play me if you love me
grab bitches by the dozens from northern to southern
if you hate I'm happy I'm lil scrappy,
head bussas got the ops scared of us.
false views got me holding tools murder for jewels
then drop em'- after that shoot for the moon, what the fuck is a goon?
I lost thugs in my life sold drugs in my life- luckily I ain't never hit the pipe
last night I was with a bitch and she right, I'm talkin pussy lips ripe
put the worm in the water and she bite,
she said niggas ain't shit, I said don't believe the hype
going strong off the white turning wrongs into rights.

Fall off the tallest heights... that was me
I figured I knew what I had when I was in front of those college lights...
I got into a program, didn't study a thing...
It was like losing the fight, laying in the bloodiest ring
I tried a different perspective and hoped for the hunger it brings...
But it was like forcing out a rap when my lungs wanna sing
And I tried, believe me, I tried to make it work... it wasn't happening...
I failed two courses, and now I gotta go back again
This life, huh? Drags you through the craziest shit...
Like how I got bored while dating this chick...
The thought was making her flip, I lost interest in seeing her naked and quit
acting like it wasn't a problem, which created a shift...
I mean, I could've stayed, I told her from the bottom of my heart...
But I guess the lack of connection was the problem from the start
Because I was infatuated, I guess?
Those days relayed all the stress
I was going through, but I care, I know it's true...
Those pressures were overdue
And I look back at the pictures on my Macbook with no feelings, thinking I'm over you
Then shit, why can't I bring myself to delete em? I keep em...
instead... that just adds on to the grief and the dread...
I thought I loved you, wish I could see in my head
Open my mind up... See what cause me to say what I said so that it can line up...
I'm sonic running through stages with no rings, and my times up
Maybe I felt I had to put a disguise up and wise up
But why cut so deep? Say I never loved you
And I didn't want the relationship to work? You're just making it worse...
I saw your face and it hurts, and I tried to give you an apology
It killed me to see you sobbing when you asked me to play "All Of Me"
Then it was over, in a flash, I never had someone love me...
Other than those that were obligated... my baby, I thought we made it...
But you wanted me to see other people...
And explore the horizons, it makes sense, you put up a great fence...
Guess it's too early to tell, you came over and took your stuff away...
After you left, the tomorrow that came just felt like another day...
The weight was lifted off of my chest, but then I wonder...
If I'll be fine after it all, or did I love ya?

this bitch is thick in cheetah print or maybe leopard
I'm a hound when I pound a german shepherd
six teens with six teams that's a section
six spots with six pots that's perfection
twin glocks for protection zip lock no detection
get caught no confession.. that's hip hop with out direction-
my mind intertwine with the past and the present
because I learn from every lesson take the bad with the blessin'
I remember writing in my pad with a passion,
had a journal, in the summer time wearing thermals
minus well since I'm stuck in this eternal inferno
back in the days when we had to fight for our name
now I'm back in the game another cracker then came,
to my door, asking do I package cocaine,
damn, now I'm back in the flame actin' the same
paranoid and nervous while I'm snatchin' a chain
dread head got hos fuckin' like she fuckin for fame
no respect for the craft 2 wrongs don't make a right but 1 wrong ain't a half
so I'm right? when you wrong I'm a laugh go ahead do the math- 3 strikes and you out